19. Kye

NINETEEN

KYE

My head pounded as I pushed the car into the next gear. I could feel blood trickle down my neck, but I tried to ignore it.

Two days went by since I had seen Daisy. I had gone out to street race for a few hours, trying to drive off every ounce of need I felt for her. I had fought every waking second to not reach out to her, hoping I could cut some of the contact between us to ease the need that built in my chest. Tonight, though, I went to race and wound up running right back into the guy who thought I owed him a car, and this time, I had been alone. They started hitting me and somehow ended up getting one too many punches in. Now I was a mess and needed the one thing that seemed to calm me down.

I pulled out my phone and hit her name. It rang a few times before it connected.

"Hello?"

"Daze," I said, finally taking a deep breath.

"What's going on? What's wrong?"

"Are you home?" I asked, knowing she only had one more day at her dad's house before she moved into her new dorm room which was, apparently, a good thing since her sister was planning on moving back in, and Daisy wanted out before that happened.

"Yeah? Where else would I be?"

"Can I come over?"

"Right now? I mean, yeah, but what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just need to see you."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, of course," she said, the panic in her voice getting worse. "How long until you're here?"

"Five minutes. I'll park around the corner."

"Okay," she said, as I ended the call. I didn't need more questions.

I needed her.

Exactly five minutes later, I made it to her window and crawled in. She had been sitting on her bed, but she hurried to come over to me. I was ready for her to wrap herself around me, but she stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she looked up at me.

"You got in a fight," she stated. "Your eye is already turning purple."

"Yeah."

"What are you doing here now?" She didn't sound mad or upset. If anything, just confused. Worst of all, she still wasn't touching me.

Then I remembered her face after the last fight I had got in. Not the one that she wanted when I hit Dean, but the one at the diner with the same guys.

"You're scared of me."

She was already shaking her head and reached out. Her hand ran along my chest and unfurled the pain that I had been holding there."No. I'm just not sure what's going on. You've had me freaked out since you called, and then you show up like this. What's going on?"

"I got in a fight," I said, stepping closer to her. She didn't move, letting me press up against her. "And then all I could think about was you." I grabbed her hands, forcing them up to my neck as I stepped forward. My hands slid under her legs, and I picked her up just to throw her back onto the bed to come down over her.

"Everywhere, Daze. Touch me everywhere," I said, before I slammed my lips onto hers. If she was freaked out or worried now, she didn't show it. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands moving over every inch they could reach as she kissed me. Each movement of her lips pressed into me harder, her tongue demanding that I open up for her.

I still barely touched her, my hands pressed into the mattress to hold myself up, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't worried about not being in control.

She pushed at me, flipping me over so she could straddle herself over my lap.

My already hard cock pressed against her, straining against my jeans where I could already feel the warmth of her. I'd always let my body control me. The way I would fight or pull away; the screaming agony that controlled how I acted around people who wanted to touch me. It was always in control, and now was no different, but for the first time, my body wanted more.

I reached down, running my hand along the seam of the ridiculously small pajama shorts she had on. My fingers pushed against her entrance, surprised that she was already wet. I slid two fingers into her, watching as her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.

My hand flew over her mouth before she made a sound, and she bit down. Her body squirmed against my hand before I moved it back to her hip.

My other hand was still between her teeth.

"You're about to draw blood."

"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting the man who doesn't want to touch to go right to my pussy. I'll be more careful."

"No need. Bite down, dig your nails into me, draw blood. I don't care what you do to me, but especially not that."

"You want me to draw blood? What? Do you like pain?" she asked with a laugh.

"I, apparently, like anything done by your hands. Pain or not."

"Why are you here, Kye? Sex or just this?"

It was a fair question. I think any guy that came in through a girl's window would generally be looking for sex, but it hadn't crossed my mind yet. I was so wrapped up in all of this being new that I hadn't even thought about having sex.

My chest caved in with the worry that this pleasure of her touch would be gone the second I forced myself to take it further.

"You."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"It does. I'm here for you. For your fucking hands that seem to erase every goddamn ounce of pain that my body goes through. It erases everything until I'm fucking high on it. I wasn't coming for sex, just this."

"Okay," she said, leaning back down to kiss me. "Why don't I finish what we started in the pool house, then?"

She gave me one wicked smile before sliding down my body.

Before she could even get my jeans unbuttoned, though, another fucking knock came from the door.

"Daisy?"

Her eyes went wide and she jumped up.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" her dad asked from the other side of the door.

I couldn't stop my laugh, my lips tight together to keep silent. "I'm so happy," I whispered. "Best day of my life."

"Shut. Up. Get in the closet," she hissed. "Before he comes in here and sees this."

"You're twenty-one years old. I think you are allowed to have boys in your room."

"Maybe, but you definitely aren't on that list of approved boys." She pulled me up, trying to make me actually get in the closet, but there wasn't a chance that was going to happen.

"No? He won't love knowing you're in here with me? That you snuck me into your room because you want to fuck me so bad," I said, still laughing against her ear. I lifted her up, stepping across the room to push her quietly against the door just in case he really opened it.

Her eyes went wider, and she smacked at my shoulder, but I leaned in, kissing up her neck.

"I'm good. Why?" she finally asked.

"Just heard some noises."

"All good in here. Going to bed, actually."

"Okay," he said. The long pause made me wonder if he really would open the door. "Goodnight, then."

"Goodnight!" she yelled, her voice a little too high-pitched. Seconds passed before she smacked at me again, but when I put a little space between our chests, she quickly leaned back in, kissing me hard. "Honestly, at this rate, you may never get a blowjob."

"That's fine."

"No, it's not. Put me down."

I dropped her legs immediately and stayed glued against the door. She was already undoing my jeans, reaching in and wrapping her hand around my cock. I fell harder against the door, the pleasure rippling through me so fast I nearly fell over.

My head fell back, taking in every second, wondering if I would ever feel it again.

"Kye," she whispered. I looked down just in time to see her tongue dart out, running along my length. My mouth dropped open, watching as she did it again. Her mouth slipped over the head, and before I even had a chance to take another breath, she was taking all of it.

I groaned, the warmth of her mouth sliding over me again and again.

"Daze," I whispered, plunging a hand into her hair. I didn't know anything could feel this good.

She kept moving, her hands running over my stomach and back down to wrap her hand around my length. When I looked down again, she was looking back up at me, her eyes wide and my cock buried in her throat.

I fell apart, my body shaking hard as I came. It took everything in me to stay upright, and as much as I tried to say anything to her, I couldn't find words.

She pulled back, and I quickly fixed my jeans so I could slide down to the floor. She stayed down on her knees, smiling as I sunk down to eye level. As soon as I made it to the ground, she crawled on top of me.

"How was that?" she asked.

I could only stare at her lips, the ones that just got me off, and wondered who she was that she could do this to me.

"Perfect," I finally said. "Fucking perfect."

She sat there in silence, and I welcomed the peace sitting there for a few minutes. I finally got up, taking her up with me, until she was back on her feet.

"So, that was a no strings attached blowjob, of course, but I feel like this might be a good time to ask, and since you're my fake boyfriend and all, how would you feel about helping me move into my new dorm tomorrow?"

I smirked. "I feel like that falls under real boyfriend responsibilities."

She huffed and nodded. "Okay, that's true. Fair enough. I don't have that much stuff anyway."

"I'm kidding, Daze. I can help. Not a big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but I don't know how you're getting all this shit into my car without your dad noticing."

"Can you come during the day? We can get the majority of it in a trip or two, and he works until five."

I thought it over. I was busy with the garage, and needed to get to Holt's to practice on the track more, but this wouldn't take too much time out of my day.

"I'll be here around three."

Her smile grew, and she threw her arms around me. "Perfect. Thank you."

"See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," she repeated, watching me get back out the window with a smirk.

I didn't look back as I headed to my car, wondering the entire time how the fuck I wanted to stay the night with her instead of going home alone.

I never knew what was wrong with me, but now it felt worse. The problem I had lived with my entire life was gone, or at least glitching, when I was with her.

I couldn't go home and face this all now.

So, I didn't. I went out, spending the entire night winding through curved roads and dead-end streets until I could head home with my mind having no other thought but sleep.